Su Ge seems to have a wide network of connections, but with Meta Pictures getting involved, they'll probably be stuffing more people into the film.
The entertainment industry is never short of directors, but it lacks directors who can make commercial films. Shang Yechu did a quick calculation and despairingly discovered that, among the commercial film directors she remembered with a high success rate, Qingping Entertainment could only afford one: Gu Wenhua.
Upon arriving at Sheng Wenzhi's residence, before even inserting the key into the lock, Shang Yechu could smell Sheng Wenzhi's lazy attitude. Entering the room, she saw that the great writer was indeed asleep at the breakfast table—no, it was now the dinner table—.
Sure enough, sure enough. There's no such thing as a smooth life. Life is always a series of problems. Gu Wenhua has disappeared, Sheng Wenzhi keeps delaying his manuscript to the point that Shang Yechu wants to punch him, and Ji Juntao has no idea when he'll be discharged from the hospital. The small fry at Qingping Entertainment now only have Shang Yechu as their boss, and they're all standing on tiptoe, eyes wide and drooling, hoping to get a piece of the pie in Shang Yechu's new movie—although it's a low-budget horror film, for most of them, having a role at all is already a great stroke of luck.
In the past two months, Shang Yechu even encountered a young, handsome guy who tried to climb into her bed—a mascot recruited by Ji Juntao to become an idol. That day, Shang Yechu was exhausted and dozed off on the sofa in Ji Juntao's office. Suddenly, 103 coldly called out in Shang Yechu's mind:
"Shang Yechu!"
Shang Yechu jolted awake and opened her eyes to see the mascot kneeling in front of her, looking on expectantly.
Shang Yechu was startled: "What are you doing?"
The mascot, with two strings of tears hanging from its eyes, sobbed, "Sister Ye! I really like you!"
Shang Yechu's scalp tingled, and she almost kicked the mascot to death: "Who let you in! Get out!"
The process was unbearable to recall. In short, seeing that Shang Yechu didn't kick him away directly, the mascot suddenly gained immense courage and began to confess his feelings wildly. At the end, in a moment of passion, he even took Shang Yechu's hand and kissed it. Shang Yechu was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and without hesitation, she slapped him hard across the face.
The mascot wasn't fired, but he probably won't have any job opportunities in the future. That's worse than being fired outright.
This serves as a warning.
It's just a low-to-medium budget self-produced film, and the director hasn't even been announced yet, but it has already attracted countless people to flock to it, even to the point of sacrificing their bodies and dignity.
Today, Shang Yechu was chosen for the role, and it's now going to be offered up to her. If Ji Juntao gets involved tomorrow, I wonder if it will end up in her bed?
No, that's not right. Shang Yechu gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Twenty-five million is a huge sum in any other industry. But in this circle, Shang Yechu, whose mind had been distorted by the investment mentality of the entertainment industry, thought for the first time, "Is it really worth it for a low-budget production?"
Although I try my best to avoid becoming a fool like many otherworldly artists, certain "why not eat meat porridge?" thoughts still sprout out like weeds from some crack in the ground.
What a den of iniquity that devours humanity, dignity, reason, and common sense!
Shang Yechu used to be an actress, and although she would occasionally offer suggestions to directors and screenwriters, this was her first time participating in a production. This also meant that this den of iniquity was, for the first time, completely revealing its true colors to Shang Yechu, exposing its gaping maw.
It is quietly changing some of Shang Yechu's long-held ideas and common sense.
Shang Yechu shook her head, banishing these pointless, self-pitying thoughts. Right now, nothing was more important than the script.
Shang Yechu walked to the table and grabbed Sheng Wenzhi by the collar: "Get up—how's the script coming along?"
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